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A PATRIOTIC PLAY IN ONE ACT 



BY 

IRENE JEAN CRANDALL 

AUTHOR OF 

''For Freedom " 




CHICAGO 

T. S. DENISON & COMPANY 

Publishers 



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CHARACTERS. 

Mr. Matthew Austin A Succcssfid Business Man 

Fra^k The Son 

/Mrs. Austin The Wife 

Stella The Daughter 

Nancy Wheelock The Girl Across the Street 

Katie O'Brien Cook at the Austins' 



Time — A Bright Saturday Afternoon in June, ipiS. 

Place — The Austins' Living-Room. 

Time of Vi.AYi^G~About Thirty-five Minutes. 

COPYRIGHT, 1918, BY IRENE JEAN CRANDALL. 



Amateurs may produce this play without payment of roy- 
alty. All other rights reserved. 

©CLD 50671 
NOV '1 1918 



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STORY OF THE PLAY. 

Mrs. Austin is grieving because her only son Frank has 
been away from home nine months and no word has come 
from him. He was expelled from college, quarreled with 
his father and disappeared. Mrs. Austin watches for a let- 
ter and never loses faith in her boy. Mr. Austin is bitter 
against Frank and says he will never forgive him. He 
wishes for a service flag in the window even if the blue star 
turned to gold. 

Stella, Frank's sister, is doing a little war work, but is 
frivolous and is not willing to take up any serious duties. 
She comes in to show her mother a new hat and her father 
reproaches her for extravagance in war times. Mr. Austin 
tells his wife that the night Frank left home some money 
that he had hidden in the library table disappeared. He 
is sure that Frank took the money and went on a trip to 
Honolulu. 

This is Frank's nineteenth birthday and Katie, the Irish 
cook, has made a birthday cake for him. She believes that 
he is coming home, because a fortune teller said so. 

Nancy Wheelock," the girl who lives across the street, 
comes in to bring Stella some old kid gloves to- line aviators' 
jackets. Since her brother Tom has enlisted she has taken 
his job in tlie machine shop. "We girls must hold the home 
lines until the boys come back." Nancy reads a letter from 
a college friend who is a nurse in one of the cantonments 
and pleads with Stella to become a nurse, but the indolent 
society girl is not willing to make the sacrifice. Stella tells 
Nancy, whO' believes that Frank has enlisted, that he took 
some money the night he left home. Nancy, unshaken in 
her faith in him, determines to prove him innocent. She 
searches the table drawer and at last finds the money. Stella 
calls her mother and father, and just after Frank's honesty 
is proved, he appears at the door in a uniform. His mother, 
Nancy and Stella welcome him with joy, but his father holds 
aloof. Frank has been seriously wounded and his account of 
the French hospital, added to the appeal that Nancy has 



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made, stirs Stella's better nature and sne announces her in- 
tention of becoming a nurse. 

As Mr. Austin listens to Frank's story of air fighting in 
France his pride in the boy banishes all other feelings and 
he goes to him with forgiveness. The climax comes when 
the young aviator shows- his war cross and the mother's and 
father's cup of joy is full. 



COSTUMES AND CHARACTERISTICS. 

Mr. Austin is a man of fifty with gray hair and a stern 
and commanding manner, tie wears a summer business 
suit. 

Frank Austin is an attractive, happy-go-lucky fellow of 
nineteen, with winning ways. His right arm is disabled. 
He wears a uniform. 

The Publishers advise that his costume have such varia- 
tions as not to interfere in any way with the Government 
regulations regarding the wearing of uniforms. It is, of 
course, inferred that such costumes will be procured from a 
costumer who undoubtedly will be able to supply something 
that will answer the purpose and avoid any criticism. 

Mrs. Austin is a sweet, motherly woman of forty-five 
with hair slightly touched with gray. She wears a summer 
dress appropriate for a middle-aged woman in prosperous 
circumstances. 

Stella Austin is a frivolous society girl of twenty-four. 
She has an indifferent, indolent manner. She wears a sty- 
lish light afternoon dress. 

Nancy Wheelock is nineteen, full of life, spirit and 
originality. She has independence, charm and warmth of 
feeling. She wears a simple shirt waist and skirt and a 
sailor hat. 

Katie O'Brien is an Irish cook, about forty years old. 
She has red hair and bright eyes. She wears a blue cotton 
dress and a large kitchen apron. 



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PROPERTIES. 



Library table with books, magazines and papers, small 
sewing table, four or five chairs, low stool, window curtains 
and small stand with vase of flowers. 

Newspaper and garden spade for Mr. Austin. Knitting 
and handkerchief for Mrs. Austin. Hat, box of old kid 
gloves and fancy bath towel for Stella. Birthday cake for 
Katie. Traveling bag and war cross for Frank. Long white 
kid gloves, letter, magazine and greenbacks for Nancy. 



Scene Plot. 




jf_ j_j 1 WiiiUuw 1 Q IDooil y 

Do?"* Flowers Cha.r \ 

/ Library 1 — . Sewing \ 

Right / Table Chair □ 1 — I Table \ 

_Z.Chaira| |a Chair \ 

Door ^ 

J- a Low Stool tJ Chair 


Left 

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STAGE DIRECTIONS. 

R. means right of stage; C, center; R. C, right center; 
L., left ; 1 E., first entrance ; U. E., upper entrance ; R. 3 E., 
right entrance, up stage, etc. ; up stage, away from foot- 
lights; down stage, near footlights. The actor is supposed 
to be facing the audience. 



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Scene: The living-room in the Austins' prosperous 
home in a small college tozvn. The room is tastefully fur- 
nished. Large library table with magazines and books at R. 
Snmll sewing table at L. zvith knitting materials. A chair 
on either side of library tabic. A chair on the right of sew- 
ing table. Another chair down L. A vase of garden flozv- 
ers on stand near windoiv. Door up R. leads into music 
room. Door down R. leads into kitchen. Door at L. C. 
opens outdoors. 

Before the curtain rises Stella is heard playing snatches 
of patriotic airs on tJie piano. At rise, Mrs. Austin is 
standing by the zvindow, evidently zvatcJiing for some one. 
She is a szveet, patient zvoman of forty-five, her hair just 
touched zvith gray. Mr. Austin, a large gray-haired man 
of fifty, is lounging in a comfortable chair to the L. of the 
library table, reading a nezvspapcr. .Stella, at the piano 
in the next room, cannot be seen. Mr. Austin's brozvs are 
zcrinkled into a frozen and there is a stern look about his 
mouth. He glances up from his paper and sees his zvife 
standing by the zvindozv. 

Mr. Austin. Are you expecting somebody, Ma? You've 
been looking out of that window for fifteen minutes. (Mrs. 
Austin turns toward him zvith a sad, patient expression on 
her face.) 

Mrs. Austin. I was watching for the postman. He's 
late this afternoon. 

Mr. A. (gruffly). Humph! Watching for him won't 
bring him. 

Mrs. a. I know that, but I like to go to the door myself 
when he rings the bell. Here he is, coming up the street 
now. (Turning from the zvindozv zvith deep disappoint- 
ment.) Oh, he is going by. 

Mr. a. (looks at his zvife with keen eyes as she goes to 
the little sezving fable at L., takes up her knitting and sits 

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dozvn to the R. of the table). You're foolish, Mary — al- 
ways looking for the letter that never comes. 

Mrs. a. But I can't give up hoping, Matthew. I knoK' 
we'll hear from Frank some day, 

Mr. a. (sternly). It's nine months since he disappeared 
and he hasn't sent us one word in all that time. 

Mrs. a. {gently). You were so angry with him, Mat- 
thew, that the boy felt he was not wanted at home any more. 

Mr. a. Angry. Of course I was angry. He disgraced 
me. 

Mrs. a. It was only a college scrape. Frank is not a 
bad boy; just full of life and fun. 

(Mr. a. gets up and zvalks the floor in his excitement.) 

Mr. a. He's an idle, good-for-nothing fellow. What 
has he ever done but spend my hard earned money ? 

Mrs. a. {with szveet remonstrance). You haven't given 
him time. He's only a boy. 

Mr. a. Haven't given him time, you say? When I was 
his age I had been earning my living for three years. 

Mrs. a. He's nineteen. Today is his birthday. {The 
tears come to her eyes and she dries them zvith her handker- 
chief.) 

Mr. a. I'm disappointed in my children, both of them. 
All my life I've worked hard, saved and made money, and 
what does it all amount to? My son has disgraced me and 
my daughter does nothing but buy clothes and go to dances 
and — what do you call those parties where women stand 
around and chatter? 

Mrs. a. Teas? 

Mr. a. Yes — teas — coffees — cocoas — and all the other 
silly doings. 

Mrs. a. Stella is a sweet girl. 

Mr. a. There she is in there now, drumming on the 
piano. 

Mrs. a. (proudly). She plays as well as any girl in town. 
She is an accomplished young lady. 

Mr. a. And think what I paid for her (scornfull\i) ac- 
complishments. I wish mv children would do somethinsf 



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useful. {Musing.) Perhaps, if I hadn't had any money to 
spend on them they would be different. There are the 
Wheelocks across the street. Tom had a good position and 
supported his mother before the war and now he has en- 
listed. And Nancy is a plucky girl, who has always made 
her own way. 

Mrs. a. I knozv the children will turn out all right. 
Stella has taken up some war work. 

Mr. a. (interrupting). Playing at it — filling in time be- 
tween luncheons and bridge parties. 

Mrs. a. Wait, Matthew, and you will be proud of the 
children some day. We must have faith in them. We 
mothers know that. From the time we guide their stum- 
bling little feet and try to teach them to walk in the right 
way until we come to the end of the road we have to have 
patience and faith. 

Mr. a. But that won't make a man of Frank now. 

Mrs. a. It may. 

Mr. a. (stubbornly) . No — he has disobeyed me and I will 
never forgive him — never. I don't want to hear his name. 

Mrs. a. Soften your heart, Matthew. 

Stella, in a pretty sunuiier dress, comes in from U. R. 
She is tiventy-foiir, frivolous and indifferent. She carries a 
stylish and expensive hat in her hand. 

Stella. See my new hat, mother! Isn't It a beauty? 

Mrs. a. Very pretty, dear. 

Mr. a. How much did it cost? 

Stella. The bill comes later. 

Mr. a. I thought you said you were going to stop buy- 
ing hats and give the money to the Red Cross. 

Stella (yazvning). Life in this town is such a bore that 
shopping is my only excitement. But this is positively my 
last extravagance. I saw it in the window and it was such 
a love of a hat I couldn't resist the temptation. 

Mr. a. No, you never go without anything you want. 
But in war times you must be more economical. 

Stella. Well, you give to the Red Cross and subscribe 
to the Liberty Loan. (She puts her new hat on the seiving 



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table, takes up a box of old kid gloves, sits dozvn in chair 
down L. and begins to sort the gloz'es.) 

Mr. a. And so does everybody else. Go down to the 
Flats and you will see a Liberty Loan card in every labor- 
er's window. Every man of them doing his bit. (He goes 
to windozv.) I look across the street and see the service 
flag that hangs in the Wheelock's window for Tom and I'd 
give half my factory to have a service flag here — even if 
the blue star turned to gold. 

Mrs. a. (goes to her husband and puts her hand on his 
shoidder. Gently.). I understand, Matthew, but perhaps 
our boy is serving his country somewhere. 

Mr. a. Then why doesn't he write? 

Mrs. a. He will some day. 

Mr. a. {sitting doimi by library table). Yes. (Sarcas- 
tically.) He may send a postcard from Honolulu. 

Mrs. a. (agitated). Matthew, are you keeping anything 
from me ? Have you found out something about Frank that 
you haven't told me? 

Mr. a. (slowly). Yesterday I saw Harry Adams, one of 
Frank's old pals, and he told me that he was sure that Frank 
was taking a pleasure trip to Honolulu. 

Mrs. a. I don't believe it. He wouldn't take a pleasure 
trip now. He's not a slacker. 

Mr. a. (bitterly). I wish I had your faith in him. Young 
Adams had good evidence. He knows a fellow who met 
Frank in New York and heard him say he was going to get 
his ticket. 

Mrs. a. (taking up her knitting again). How could he 
buy a ticket for Honolulu ? He didn't have the money. 

Mr. a. (bitterly). Oh, he took plenty of money with 
him. 

Mrs. a. What do you mean, Matthew? 

Mr. a. (after a moment's hesitation). I didn't want to tell 
you, Mary, until I felt sure, but now I don't see how I can he 
mistaken. The night Frank went away I brought home a 
package of bills from the factory and hid it in that drawer 
between the pages of a magazine. {Pointing to drazver in 



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library table.) The money came in after banking hours. The 
next morning the money and Frank had disappeared. Noth- 
ing else in the house had been disturbed. 

Mrs. a. {stunned by the blow). I can't beheve that our 
boy took the money. 

Mr. a. Who else could have taken it? Certainly not 
Katie. 

Mrs. a. No, Katie has been with us for years and she is 
as honest as daylight. Oh, I can't understand, but I know 
the boy didn't mean to do wrong. 

Katie, the Irish cook, appears at the door down R. She 
wears a blue cotton zvork dress and a large kitchen apron. 
She is about forty and has red hair, bright eyes and quick 
ways. 

Katie. Oh, Missus Austin, will ye come and see the 
birthday cake? It's riz fine. 

Mr. a. {sharply). Birthday cake? 

Mrs. a. Yes, we've always had one for Frank and I 
couldn't let the day go by even if the boy — {breaks down 
and cries). 

Katie. Niver moind, M'am, it's a grand cake. I've bin 
making cake for Master Frank iver since he was thot high 
{holding her hand at height of five-year-old boy) and this 
is the grandest oine I've iver made. "Katie," he'd say, 
''you're the best cook in this town," and thin I'd give him 
anither piece. Fine boy, Master Frank. 

Mr. a. {getting up to hide his emotion). I'm going to 
work in my war garden. This warm weather is making 
the weeds grow like the dickens. {He goes out.) 

Katie {goes up to Mrs. A. and speaks to her sympathet- 
ically). Don't be so sad, M'am. I'll tell ye something. 

Mrs. a. What is it, Katie? 

Katie {niysterionsly). Master Frank's coming home. 

Mrs. a. {sadly). I know, Katie, some time. 

Katie {zvith confidence). He's coming today. 

Stella {looking up). Have you secret information, 
Katie? 



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Katie. Thot's what I have, Miss Stella. Last night I 
wint to thot fortune teller I told ye about. 

Mrs. a. For shame, Katie. That's superstitious. 

Katie. But she's a wonderful woman. She sat there 
and looked at the cairds and looked at me and thin she told 
me just whot I was thinking in me own moind. 

Stella. Did she say anything about Frank? {She goes 
to the zvindoiv and rearranges flowers in the rase.) 

Katie. I'm coming to thot. She looked at the cairds 
and she said, "I see a young mon. I don't think he's a re- 
lation." I spoke up, "Shure, he's not a relation, he's a 
frind." She looks kind of queer like and goes on. "He's 
far away, but he's coming nearer, nearer, nearer." (Tri- 
umphantly.) And he is. 

Mrs. a. I wonder where he is today. In the night I 
lie awake thinking of him — wondering what he is doing out 
in the world, so far away. If he is sick and suffering is 
there anyone to take care of him, anyone to minister to him? 
Oh, my boy ! 

Katie (zvipes her eyes on her apron and tJien smiles). 
This morning whin I was doing the breakfast dishes I 
dropped the dish towel and thot's a sure sign somebody's 
coming, 

Stella {looking out of the zvindoiv). Yes, Nancy Whee- 
lock is coming across the street now. 

Katie {undaunted) . These signs mean something. You'll 
see. 

Mrs. a. {rising). Come, Katie, we'll go in the kitchen 
and look at the cake. 

Katie. Yes, Ma'm, and make the frosting. 

Mrs. a. Not frosting. You know the Food Adminis- 
trator in Washington doesn't want us to use sugar for frost- 
ing cakes. 

Katie. And, shure, hoo'U he know? 

Mrs. a. We want to obey his rules and help the soldiers. 

Katie. Shure, I want to help the brave boys thot's fight- 
ing, but I think thot Food Mon in Washington has got a 



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big job bossing all the cooks in this country. (Mrs. A. 
goes out door R., folloived by Katie.) 

Nancy Wheelock comes in from L. She is about nine- 
teen, vivacious, independent and attractive. She is like a 
fresh breeze on a summer day, ivith buoyancy in her step 
and merriment in her eyes. She zvears a simple shirt zvaist 
and skirt and a sailor hat. She carries an old pair of long 
white kid gloves and a monthly magazine. 

Nancy. Here, Stella, I've brought you a pair of gloves 
for the aviators' jackets. 

Stella. Oh, good. I need some more. My cousin in 
Chicago writes that there is great need for these aviators' 
jackets lined with kid gloves. They are so warm and dura- 
ble. (Coming dozen to C.) Nancy, won't you take off your 
hat and sit down? 

Nancy. No, thank you, I'm too busy, but since I had a 
little time off this afternoon, I thought I would stop in 
with the gloves. (Going up to Stella.) I'm contributing 
my one and only pair. I don't need party gloves any more. 
I can't eVen afford the gasoline to clean them. (Looking at 
tJie gloves zvitJi a reminiscent smile.) Do you know when I 
bought these? 

Stella. No, tell me. 

Nancy. It was last year. I had an invitation to the 
Freshman hop. 

Stella. You went with Frank, didn't you ? 

Nancy. Yes, and I wanted him to think I looked as well 
as the other girls. I couldn't aft'ord a new dress and I said 
to myself, "Nancy Wheelock, make over your white dress, 
buy a pair of long kid gloves and hold your head high." 
Buying the gloves was the hardest part for me, but I saved 
enough from what I earned waiting on table in the college 
dining-room to pay for them. {She tosses the gloves to 
Stella, zvho catches them.) Goodbye, dear souvenirs of 
days that are passed. Oh, here's that magazine I borrowed 
ages ago. 

Stella. You didn't need to return it. 



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Nancy. There was some special article in it I wanted to 
read, but I've forgotten what it was and have been too busy 
to even look in it. {She lays magazine on table.) 

Stella {sighing as she puts the gloves on the library 
table). We can't have so many good times now that most 
of the boys are gone. 

Nancy. Men in this town are growing scarcer and 
scarcer, but we can't stop to drop any tears on the dear, 
departed "good times." There's too much to do. The boys 
are in France fighting for us and the girls they've left be- 
hind them must do work to win the war. 

Stella {lackadaisically). Of course we must do some- 
thing, but there is so little for women to do. 

Nancy {facing her in indignant surprise). Stella Austin, 
how can you say that there is so little to do, when America 
needs the whole woman power of the nation. Our boys are 
fighting and we must back them. 

Stella. How ? 

Nancy. The boys had to leave their jobs behind them 
and we must take up their work. We may have to put on 
overalls and get our hands dirty; but we'll do it {zvith de- 
termination) ; we'll do the hardest kind of work to win this 
war. 

Stella. But you have always worked. It's easy for you. 

Nancy. No, it isn't easy but I'm glad I have the chance 
to work. 

Stella. You've always had pluck. 

Nancy {laughing). I need it now. I have a man's job. 

Stella. Where ? 

Nancy. I have taken Tom's place in the machine shop. 

Stella. What queer work for a girl! 

Nancy {showing her hands). See, my hands show the 
signs of my trade — they're rough and calloused ; but what 
difference does it make? {With deep feeling.) Some of the 
boys are giving their hands — their arms — their eyes — their 
lives. Oh, Stella, we girls must hold the home lines until 
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^Stella. But women should keep to their own line of 
work. 

Nancy [going toward the sezving table). There's no time 
now for women to be doing little fiddling things — punching 
holes in doilies and sewing them up again or embroidering 
bath towels when our boys in the trenches can't even get a 
bath. {She picks up a fancy bath tozvel that lies on the sezv- 
ing table and Stella snatches it away from her.) Caught 
in the act. {With a laugh.) 

Stella. ^Vell, even if I spend time on what you call 
fiddling things, I'm doing my bit, too. (Throws dozvn the 
tozvel and sits in chair to L. of library table.) 

Nancy. It's not our bit, but our best that Uncle Sam 
asks. 

Stella {becoming thoughtful). Our best? But Uncle 
Sam isn't asking anything of me. 

Nancy. Oh, yes, he is. Every young woman in America 
must enlist. 

Stella {surprised). Enlist? 

Nancy. The nation's call has come to the women and 
throughout the length and breadth of the country they are 
answering, ''America, we are here." (She takes a letter 
from her bag.) You remember Jane Sheldon, who was a 
senior last year? 

Stella. Yes, Senator Sheldon's daughter, the most pop- 
ular girl in college. 
^ Nancy. ^ I used to wait on her and she's a trump. (Sit- 
ting in chair to right of sezving table.) I had this letter from 
her this morning. She's nursing in one of the cantonments. 
She writes : 'To live and to work here is a privilege ; it 
means roughing and pioneering, I admit, but that is what 
makes the work worth while. It's a joy to do for these 
brave boys." Then she tells of the great need of nurses, 
at home, in the cantonments, and in France. The training 
schools are sending out a call for recruits. (Wistfidly.) I 
should love to be a nurse, but I know that I must hold Tom's 
job here and support mother, while he is over there. 



HANDS ALL ROUND 15 

Stella. Oh, I couldn't be a nurse. I've always had 
people do for me, instead of doing for others. 

Nancy. That's just it. But this war is bringing a lot 
of changes. Labor is scarce. The rich can't have so many 
folks to wait oi^. them. I guess we'll all have to run our 
lives on the cafeteria, self-help plan. 

Stella. I've always hated those places where you have 
to wait on yourself. It seems so common to have to carry 
a tray and help yourself to the napkins and the food. 

Nancy. We ought to be glad of the chance to help our- 
selves to bread and butter. In Belgium, in France, in Rus- 
sia, Serbia and Poland, they are starving. 

Stella. But it's different here. We are used to having 
things. 

Nancy. When I was waiting on table I found out that 
some folks always had more than their share of the cream 
and so the rest had to take the skimmed milk. Now things 
are being evened up a bit and we all are going without for 
the sake of our soldier boys. (Rising and going tozvards 
C.) We are learning to pull together. It's hands all round. 

Stella (with zvonder) . Hands all round? 

Nancy. Yes, don't you see? Rich and poor, men and 
women, America and her allies — all in one great fellow- 
ship. Oh, Stella, don't you want to have a part in this? 
Doesn't your heart beat with the world heart? 

Stella (moved, hut still reluctant). Nancy, don't talk 
that way. You make me feel so selfish. 

Nancy. Think of what the boys are doing over there. 
How brave they are ! They are fighting, suffering, dying. 
Why, nearly all the boys in town have gone — Tom, Frank — 

Stella (sadly). Not Frank. 

Nancy. Yes, Frank. I know that somewhere he is play- 
ing the game, too. Wasn't he the best half-back on his 
team? He may have been a bit wild, but he always played 
fair, and I know that Frank Austin is not holding back 
when his country and the world need him. 

Stella. You're like mother, full of faith. 



16 HANDS ALL ROUND 

Nancy. I know he's brave. Why, he's full of pluck and 
spirit. You remember how crazy he was about flying. 

Stella. Yes, that was one thing that got him in trouble 
in college. He skipped his exams to go out to the aviation 
held. 

Nancy. Well, I believe he has enlisted — in the army, 
the navy, the marines, the aviation corps — somewhere he is 
fighting for liberty. 

Stella. If he was going to enlist he wouldn't have left 
home in the way he did. 

Nancy. It's not a crime to be expelled from college for 
breaking a lot of foolish rules. 

Stella (significantly). That's not what I mean. 

Nancy. What do you mean? 

Stella. Father has just told us that Frank took a large 
roll of bills the night he disappeared. 

Nancy (thoughtful) . Where was the money? 

Stella (pointing to library table). In that drawer. 
Father brought it home from the factory because it was too 
late to deposit it in the bank and he hid it there. When 
he has to keep money in the house he always hides it in 
some place like that. 

Nancy. And why does he think Frank took it? 

Stella. Because no one else had been there. 

Nancy. Is he sure the money is gone? 

Stella. Why, of course. He hunted everywhere for it. 

Nancy. I never knew a man who could find anything. 
(Looks at table.) May I look in that drawer? 

Stella. Certainly, but it's foolish. I'm sure father must 
have looked thoroughly. (Nancy pulls out the drazver and 
begins to take out the things — papers, paper cutter, maga- 
cines, etc. Finally the drazver is empty and there is no sign 
of the money.) You see — the money is gone. 

Nancy {wrinkling her brozvs in thought). Were the bills 
flat or rolled? 

Stella. I don't know — flat, I think. Father usually 
hides them that way. 



HANDS ALL ROUND 17 

Xancy {undaunted, takes up the juagazines and goes 
through them all but finds nothing and pauses). 1 know- 
Frank would not steal ; he's not that kind of a hoy. Yon are 
sure your father put the money in a magazine? 

Stella. Father has a perfect memory, he can't be mis- 
taken. 

Xaxcy. That magazine I brought back. It was in that 
drawer when you gave it to me. {She pounces on the maga- 
zine and sJiakes it open and a flat paekage of bills drops out.) 
Here's the mone}-. 

Stella (greatly excited). \\'hy, it must have been there 
all the time. 

Nancy. Of course. Frank never touched it. 

Stella (goes to door dozen R.). Oh, mother, come here. 
Nancy has found something. 

Nancy. The money is safe and you'll see that we'll 
have good news from Frank, too. 

Stella. Katie dropped the dish towel this morning and 
she says that means somebody is coming. 

Nancy. Who knows? 

Mrs. Austin comes in greatly excited and Stella holds 
up the money. 

Stella. Here's the money father thought Frank took. 

Mrs. a. (is speechless, then a-look of joy comes into her 
face and she sinks into a chair by the table). Oh, my boy — 
I'm so glad. Stella, call your father. He must know right 
now. 

Stella (goes to front door and calls). Father, mother 
wants you. 

Mrs. a. Xancy, I'm so grateful to you. 

Nancy. When Stella told me the story I was deter- 
mined to find the money, because I knew that Frank hadn't 
taken it. 

Mr. Austin comes in zi'ithout his coat, red in the face 
from icorking in the garden and carrying a spade. 

Mr. a. (hearing Nanc\^s last ivords). Hadn't taken 
what? 



18 HANDS ALL ROUND 

Nancy (holding up the bills). This money. 
Mr. a. Where did you find that? 

Nancy. Between the leaves of this magazine which I 
borrowed of you months ago and never looked at it until just 

HOW. 

Mr. a. This is truly remarkable. 

Nancy. Somehow I am so excited about finding this 
money. (Joyfully.) I think I must feel as the woman in 
the parable did when she found the lost piece of silver — 
or the shepherd when he carried home that lost lamb. It 
seems as if we had found Frank. 

Mrs. a. Oh, Matthew, how could you believe that the 
boy took the money? 

Mr. a. I see now that I did him an injustice in this mat- 
ter, but he had done so many wild, reckless things I thought 
he might have done that, too. 

Mrs. a. (with intense feeling). If we could only see him 
and make things right. 

Mr. a. I can never forgive him, for not writing you and 
causing you so much worry. 

Mrs. a. Before he left he said that he would never 
trouble us again while we were ashamed of him. 

(A long clear zvhistle outside.) 

Nancy (going to the zvindozv). Listen. That whistle 
sounds familiar. 

They are all startled. Nancy looks out, smiles. The out- 
side door opens and Frank comes in.. He is a happy-go- 
lucky fellow of nineteen zvith zvinning zvays. He zvears a 
uniform. His right arm hangs helpless at his side. In his 
left hand he carries a traveling bag, zMch he sets dozen near 
the door. He stands at the door, smiling, but hesitating as if 
not sure of the zvelcome he znll receiz'e. For a moment all 
are speechless zvith surprise. Then Mrs. Austin rushes to 
him and throzvs her arms around him. 

Mrs. a. (zvith a cry of joy). Frank! 

Frank (kissing her zvith great feeling). Mother. 



HANDS ALL ROUND 19 

Mrs. a. (releases him from her embrace and steps back 
a little to look at him). I'm so happy to have you again. 
[With gentle reproach.) I have looked and looked for a 
letter. 

Frank. I waited until I could bring you good news. 
( JJlth a look at Jris father, who stands silent at R.) Until 
you would not be ashamed of me. 

Mrs. a. I have never lost faith in you, Frank, night or 
day. 

Frank (he puts his left arm around her affectionately). 
Well, it's all right now, isn't it, mother dear? You'll for- 
give me, won't you? (With a winning smile.) And love me 
a little ? 

Mrs. a. With my whole heart. 

Frank (looks at Nancy, who still stands by the zvindow 
and who has grown strangely shy). Nancy, I'm glad you're 
here. (Mrs. Austin goes over to speak to Mr. Austin as 
Nancy comes up to Frank. Nancy holds out both hands 
to Frank, who takes them in his left hand.) 

Nancy. Welcome home. I knew you would come in 
uniform. 

Frank. I couldn't keep out of a big thing like this war. 

Nancy (suddenly notices his helpless right arm). Oh, 
you've been hurt. 

Frank (keeping hold of her hands). Just a little acci- 
dent. I still have one good hand to hold yours. 

Nancy (pulling her hands azvay zvith a mischici'ous 
laugh). I didn't give them to you for keeps. 

Frank. I wish you would, Nan. The fire in your eyes 
is more dangerous than a Hun machine gun. 

Mrs. a. (comes up to Frank zvith motherly tenderness) . 
You're wounded, dear. You must be tired from your trip. 
(Stella moves the big chair from L. of library table to C.) 
Sit here and rest. (His mother pushes him gently into the 
chair and Stella leans oz'er and kisses him.) 

Frank. Hello, Sis, what have you been doing? 

Stella. Lining aViators' jackets with kid gloves. 



20 HANDS ALL ROUND 

FraStk (laughing). I didn't know that you bad been 
working for me. 

(Mr. Austin still holds back. His face shozvs pride as 
he looks at his son in uniform, but his stubbornness keeps 
him rooted to his place. Once in a while Frank glances 
at his father and their eyes almost meet, but neither is ready 
to speak to the other yet.) 

Stella. Tell us about yourself. 

Mrs. a. {touching his shoulder zvith affectionate pride 
and then looking at her husband). And about this uniform. 
(Mrs. Austin stands back of the chair, leaning over him 
tenderly, Stella sits by the sciving table, Nancy sits on a 
low stool down R. looking at Frank and Mr. Austin still 
stands at R.) 

Frank. When I left home I worked my way to New 
York. I was short of money, you see. (All glance signifi- 
cantly at Mr. Austin.) I stayed in New York until I had 
earned enough, to take me to England, where I enlisted in 
the Royal Flying Corps. It was the quickest way into the 
service. 

Nancy. I knew you would come home with flying colors. 

Frank (zi'ith great spirit). Air fighting is the greatest 
adventure in the war. 

Mrs. a. (with solicitude) . But how were you wounded, 
dear? 

Frank. When I got to France they put me in the bomb- 
ing squadron and I had some excitement, believe me. One 
morning I was flying alone and high and had passed far 
into the enemy lines. My engine was working perfectly and 
its steady roar gave me confidence. Suddenly I caught sight 
of a German plane. I swooped directly in front of him — 
(Mrs. Austin gives a cry of fear and Frank stops sud- 
denly and reaches for her hand.) Never mind, mother 
dear, we won't talk about it. Well, I brought down my 
man, but another Hun got me. I fell in the enemy lines, 
but finally escaped. A bullet in this arm and another in my 
chest put me in the hospital. 



HANDS ALL ROUND 21 

Stella (eagerly). Were you in the hospital long? 

Frank. Four weeks. And, Stella, I wish you could see 
what those nurses do. They are angels. If it hadn't been 
for one of those little "sisters" I would have *'gone west," 
as the boys say, the day they brought me in. 

Stella. Do they need more nurses? 

Frank. They wnll never be able to take care of our 
wounded boys unless hundreds more go. I wish you girls 
over here could see the hospitals over there and know what 
it means to be a nurse. 

Stella (deeply interested). Tell — me — more about it. 

Frank. I wish I could describe it so that you could see it 
all. As I lay there in the candlelighted ward I used to watch 
the stretchers being brought in and the sweet-faced nurses 
going about from cot to cot. Why ! with those ministering 
angels to cheer them up the boys smile even at the gates of 
death. 

Stella. A hospital must be a sad place. 

Frank. A sad place? No, it's a haven of rest to the 
wounded. It makes us well and sends us out to play our 
part again. Tommies, Poilus and Yanks are all wild to 
get back into the thick of it. That's what you hear all the 
time in the hospital — "When can I go back to the front?'* 
It's the doctors and nurses who make new men of us, so 
that we can "carry on" 'till we win and all the boys say, 
"God bless 'em." 

Stella (stands tip zvith sudden decision). I'm going to 
be a nurse. I'll enroll in the army school of nursing today. 

Frank. Good for you, Sis. 

Nancy (jumps up and goes to Stella and puts her arm 
around her). Now there'll be two stars on the Austin serv- 
ice flag — one for the little nurse and (7(i>}th a radiant look at 
Frank) one for the brave soldier of tlie skv. 

Mr. a. (conies up to Frank witJi pride in Jtis face. 
Frank rises instantly and stands erect and respectful before 
his father. Mr. Austin puts his hands on Frank's shoul- 



22 HANDS ALL ROUND 

ders and looks into the lad's clear, honest eyes). My boy, 
this is the happiest day. of my Hfe. 

Frank. I know that I have been wild and thoughtless 
and given you and mother a lot of worry. I'm sorry. 

Mr. a. You have wiped that all out by tlie big thing 
you've done and tomorrow I want to walk down Main 
Street with you in that uniform and I want this whole town 
to see my son — my son. 

Frank. If the people here could only know what I've 
seen over there every young man in the country would want 
to be in this war. 

Mr. a. My boy, over there you have gotten hold of 
something — something big. 

Frank. When this arm is strong I'm going back to 
France and fight until the world is safe for democracy. (He 
puts his left hand in his pocket and draws out a small ob- 
ject.) Here, Dad, is a little souvenir I brought home. (His 
father takes it and looks at it in surprise.) 

Mr. a. The war cross ! 

Frank. They gave it to me in the hospital just before 
they sent me home. 

Mr. a. (holds the war cross in his hand lovingly. He is 
overcome by his emotion. He hands it to Mrs. Austin). 
Mary, they gave this to our boy. 

Mrs. a. (takes it zvith tears of joy in her eyes). I knew 
you would be proud of him some day. 

Mr. a. Proud? I'm the proudest man in the United 
States. 

Katie appears at the door down R. with the birthday cake 
ivith lighted candles. 

Katie. Welcome home, Master Frank, and miny happy 
returns of the day. 

Curtain. 

Frank. Mrs. A. 
Katie. Mr. A. Nancy. Stella. 



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By SHELDON PARMER 

Price, 25 Cents 

Farce-comedy, in 3 acts; 5 males, 5 females. Time, 2U hours. 
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SYNOPSIS 

Act I. — Jack's lil suburban home. A misplaced husband. "He 
kissed me good-l)ye at eighteen minutes after seven last night, 
and I haven't laid eyes on him since." The Irish maid is full 
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Foiled, By Heck! 

By FREDERICK 'g. JOHNSON 

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The Call of the Colors 

By LINDSEY BARBEE 

Price, 25 Cents 

A patriotic play in 2 acts; 4 males, 10 females. Time, 1% 
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Price, 15 Cents 

Patriotic playlet; 3 males. 4 females. Time, 35 minutes. Scene: 
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Fresh, novel, drills and marches. 

SPECIALTIES 

The Boys' Entertainer. 

Monologues, dialogues, drills. 
Children's Party Book. 

Invitations, decorations, games. 
The Days We Celebrate. 

Entertainments for all the holidays. 
Good Things for Christmas. 

Recitations, dialogues, ^drills. 
Good Things for Sunday Schools. 

Dialogues, exeK,cises, recitations. 
Good Things for Thanksgiving. 

A gem of a book. 
Good Things for Washington 

and Lincoln Birthdays. 
Little Folks' Budget. 

Easy pieces to speak, songs. 
One Hundred Entertainments. 

New parlor diversions, socials. 
Patriotic Celebrations. 

Great variety of material. 
Pictured Readings and Tableaux. 

Entirely original features. 
Pranks and Pastimes. 

Parlor games for children. 
Private Theatricals. 

How to put on plays. 
Shadow Pictures, Pantomimes, 

Charades, and how to prepare. 
Tableaux and Scenic Readings. 

New and novel; for all ages. 
Twinkling Fingers and Sway- 
ing Figures. For little tots. 
Yuletide Entertainments. 

A choice Christmas collection. 

MINSTRELS, JOKES 

Clack-Face Joker. 

Minstrels' and end men's gags. 
A Bundle of Burnt Cork Comedy. 

IMonologues, sttunp speeches, etc. 
Laughland, via the Ha-Ha Route. 

A merry trip for fun tourists. 
Negro Minstrels. 

All about the business. 
The New Jolly Jester. 

Funny stories, jokes, gags, etc. 

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